Alliances

Part 20

J.R. and Sue Ellen held hands as they walked through Terminal B at Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport to J.R.'s Cadillac that he left parked in the overnight parking area.

J.R. opened the passengers' door for Sue Ellen. Sue Ellen leaned over the doorframe, and passionately kissed J.R. He eagerly responded to her kiss, as she plundered his mouth. Sue Ellen wasn't usually so public with her affections, then again, J.R. mused, the woman held in his arms, was a new Sue Ellen.

J.R. closed the passenger's door, and walked around to the driver's side of his car. He opened the door, and stepped inside the car. Sue Ellen smiled at J.R. Her radiant smile could light up an entire room. God, she was stunning, J.R. thought.

Few people are seldom fortunate enough to have the opportunity to meet the man or woman of their dreams. J.R. Ewing considered himself among those rare, chosen few. J.R. started the engine, and backed his car out of the parking stall.

Sue Ellen placed her hand at the nape of J.R.'s neck, and idly combed her fingers through his hair. J.R. leaned his head back into the touch of Sue Ellen's hand. J.R. placed his hand on her knee, rubbing his thumb back and forth over the fabric of her satin pants.

Sue Ellen turned her head to look at J.R. It was so unlike the reformed J.R. Ewing to be seen in public wearing clothes that were wrinkled from a night spent on a hotel room floor. Today, of all days, J.R. didn't seem to have a care in the world.

J.R. said, "Sue Ellen, I want you to know how much I enjoyed makin' love to you last night, and this mornin'. I've got to admit that you were on fire,

Sugar."

Sue Ellen turned her head away from J.R. She didn't want him to know that he had made her blush, once again. J.R. caught a glimpse of Sue Ellen's reflection in the passenger's side view mirror. J.R. witnessed the flush of red as it swept across Sue Ellen's face.

Sue Ellen coughed to clear her throat, and said, "You were really quite amazin', yourself, J.R. There where moments when I felt like I could barely breathe, and it felt like the room was spinnin'."

J.R. lifted his hand to Sue Ellen's arm around his neck, and pulled her hand to his mouth. He kissed the inside of her hand, and swept his mouth over her palm. Sue Ellen watched J.R.'s lips move over her hand. His hot kisses felt as though they would burn her skin if she permitted him to continue kissing her hand.

Sue Ellen pulled her hand away from J.R.'s grasp, and placed it around the back of his neck, again. She had to regain some form of self-control, or she would wind up begging J.R. to pull the car off the highway and make love to her in a secluded area off of the side of the road.

J.R. smiled secretly to himself, fully understanding the rationale behind Sue Ellen's sudden jolting motions as she pulled her hand from his grasp.

J.R. pulled his Cadillac Allante' into the driveway at Southfork. Sue Ellen stretched her arms overhead in the passenger's seat. She was feeling stiff from sitting in one position for too long, first on the flight back to Dallas, then the ride from the airport to the ranch.

J.R. removed Sue Ellen's overnight back from the trunk of his car, and walked to the passenger side of the car to open the door for Sue Ellen. J.R. couldn't take his eyes off of Sue Ellen, as she climbed out of the car.

Sue Ellen looked resplendent in her white satin pantsuit. Her hair was pulled back in a chignon, and a few, stray strands of blond hair her framed her impeccably made-up eyes.

J.R. asked, "Are you sure that you didn't want to stay in Chicago and do some sight-seein', Sugar?"

Sue Ellen reached for J.R.'s hand, and said, "No, Darlin'. I thought I told you, I just wanted to come back home."

J.R. grinned at Sue Ellen, as they walked into the house, through the patio door. They walked through the foyer, stopping by the table next to the staircase to see if anyone had called, or left messages for either J.R., or Sue Ellen. There had been a couple of telephone messages for Bobby, and Clayton, but no one seemed to have left any messages for J.R., or Sue Ellen.

Sue Ellen opened their bedroom door, and stepped into the room. J.R. closed the door behind him, and placed Sue Ellen's overnight bag in a chair. J.R. walked over to Sue Ellen, as she removed her jacket, and placed it in the hamper for clothing to be dry-cleaned. J.R. stood behind Sue Ellen, placing his hands on her hips. Sue Ellen lifted her hands to cover her exposed breasts.

J.R. lifted his hands, and pulled her hands away from her chest, saying,"Darlin', there's no reason for you to feel shy or insecure about the way you look. My God, Sue Ellen, you are breathtakingly beautiful. For hell's sake, don't cover up that beauty."

Sue Ellen leaned her head against J.R.'s shoulder, and closed her eyes, as he pulled her hands down to her sides. J.R. gently placed his hands around her waist, and slowly inched his fingers up her rib cage. Sue Ellen started to shake as his hand stopped underneath he breasts. She turned around and greedily kissed J.R. J.R. moved his hands to the sides of Sue Ellen's slacks, and lowered the zippers.

Sue Ellen opened her eyes, and said, "Oh, J.R...please?"

J.R. walked Sue Ellen backwards toward their bed. Sue Ellen fell on top of the mattress, and kicked off her sandals. J.R. reached down to the bottom of her slacks, and pulled her slacks off of her legs. Sue Ellen edged back onto the bed to allow J.R. plenty of room to do what he did best, make love to her.

J.R.'s slow and careful movements sent Sue Ellen reeling, as she writhed underneath him. J.R. voraciously plundered Sue Ellen's mouth with his tongue. Sue Ellen met his kisses with her own scintillating response.

J.R.held nothing back, as he gave Sue Ellen everything she demanded from him. Sue Ellen engaged his movements with slow gyrating hips, until she yielded to the rising crescendo of their feverish lovemaking.

Sue Ellen gently stroked J.R.'s back, as he lay breathless on top of her. She kissed the side of his head, as his hand moved to her shoulder.

J.R. muttered, "God, Honey, I'm gettin' too old for this much lovin'"

Sue Ellen jokingly sounded hurt, and asked, "Is that a complaint, J.R.?"

J.R. sensed a change in her mood, and said, "No, Darlin'. Don't get me wrong. You are incredible, I just think I need a little bit more time in between our lovemakin' sessions. Do you understand?"

Sue Ellen kissed J.R.'s forehead, and smiled at him, saying, "Of course I understand, J.R. I'm just too much of a woman for you."

J.R. started tickling Sue Ellen, as she squealed aloud, trying her best to break free of his grasp. Sue Ellen laughed until she had tears in her eyes. The warmth of her laughter made J.R.'s heart swell.

J.R. could scarcely contain his urge to laugh, upon hearing Sue Ellen's infectious giggle. They wound up laughing together, holding onto each other as they lay on top of the bed.

The family gathered before their evening meal. J.R. and Sue Ellen enjoyed pleasant conversation and drinks before dinner. J.R. excused him and Sue Ellen. He wanted to take Sue Ellen out for a night of dinner and dancing in Dallas.

Sue Ellen wore a mink colored full-length satin dress with a matching sheer, organza jacket. Her hair was piled on top of her head, and smoothly tucked behind her ears.

J.R. wore a two-button, peak lapel, ticket pocket, and richly deep, olive-colored suit. The suit jacket had side vents, pick-stitched super150s extra fine wool. The trousers were classic double-reverse pleated with one-quarter top pockets. The dark color of the suit dramatically emphasized the deep, blue color of J.R.'s eyes.

J.R. took Sue Ellen to the Mansion on turtle Creek. The restaurant was located on 2821 Turtle Creek Boulevard in Dallas. Before leaving Dallas for London, Sue Ellen had purchased a home in the upscale Turtle Creek area.

J.R. had reserved the FDR suite for him and Sue Ellen. The French doors overlooking the landscaped courtyard and fountain allowed for access to a terrace, perfectly suited for meeting breaks or cocktails.

J.R. ordered appetizers for both of them, which consisted of a Basket of Ginger Pheasant pot-stickers and Smoked Shrimp, with Sweet Potato salad with Three Chutneys: Apricot Wasabi, Spicy Chili and Roasted Garlic Black Soy.

Sue Ellen chose Southwestern Chanterelle Mushroom Wellington and Crispy Spinach Poblano Quesadilla with white bean Confit tomato salad and grilled vegetable slaw for her main course.

J.R. enjoyed the North Dakota buffalo filet with a toasted Pasilla cherry glaze and a 'South of the Border' Pozole pot roast with a smoked crawfish Enchilada and crispy squash blossoms.

J.R. and Sue Ellen split dessert, a rich Creme Brulee with raspberry sauce. J.R. paid for their meal, leaving a rather large tip for their waiter, and drove Sue Ellen to Reunion Tower for dancing at The Dome.

J.R. invited Sue Ellen to dance, as soon as they were seated at their table next to the dance floor. Sue Ellen removed her sheer jacket, opting to dance with J.R. in her strapless, evening gown.

Sue Ellen savored the warm feeling of J.R.'s hand as it came to rest on the small of her back. J.R. tightly held Sue Ellen's hand in his other hand.

J.R. and Sue Ellen were the epitome of the ideal-dancing partners, their bodies moved effortlessly across the dance floor, as the rotating ballroom of the Reunion Tower Dome moved around in its continuous three hundred sixty-degree revolutions.

Sue Ellen hungrily kissed J.R. after the band played their final song of the evening. J.R. was taken aback by her aggressiveness. Much to his surprise and delight, J.R. found himself responding to Sue Ellen' advances, meeting her passion with his own increasing need.

J.R. regrettably pushed Sue Ellen away from him, as he realized that all eyes were upon them, and their overt display. Sue Ellen lowered her eyes, fighting against the rush of self-conscious color sweeping across her face.

A delicious smile crept over J.R.'s mouth, as he comprehended the implications of Sue Ellen's kiss.

J.R. pushed Sue Ellen up against the door of his Cadillac Allante, renewing the passionate kiss she initiated on the dance floor, moments before. Sue Ellen lifted her hands to J.R.'s shoulders, pulling him closer to her. J.R.'s ragged breathing reinforced her reaction to his kiss.

J.R. lifted his head, and whispered, "God, Sue Ellen, I..."

Sue Ellen placed a manicured fingertip on his lips, and softly said, "Shh, J.R. don't say anything. Let's go home."

J.R. opened the passenger door for Sue Ellen, eager to get home, and finish what she had started. J.R. kept his attention focused on the highway, away from his aching need tfor Sue Ellen.

J.R. drove back to Southfork. He ached to feel Sue Ellen's soft, bronze skin pressed against him. His need to feel her lips on his mouth was almost overwhelming, as he struggled to maintain control of the steering wheel.

Sue Ellen stopped outside of the patio door at the ranch. She gazed up at the night sky, filled with countless stars. J.R. placed his arms around Sue Ellen's waist, and pulled her to him. Sue Ellen turned her head to ward J.R.'s face. He pulled her head closer to his face, and ravenously kissed her ardent mouth.

J.R. turned Sue Ellen around, meeting her face to face, as he continued kissing her. J.R.'s hand roamed over Sue Ellen's back, as she held onto his shoulders underneath his arms. Her fingers grabbed at his shoulders, as if she were hanging on to him for dear life.

J.R. hoarsely said, "Sue Ellen..."

Sue Ellen pulled away from J.R.'s firm grasp, and reached for his hand, leading him into the house, and upstairs to their bedroom. Sue Ellen opened the bedroom door, and lead J.R. into the dimly lit room. J.R. closed the door behind him, then, he turned to follow Sue Ellen. She slowly removed her transparent jacket, and placed it over the back of a chair.

J.R. quickly closed the distance between them, and drew her to him. His mouth hungrily enlisted an immediate response from Sue Ellen. J.R. with no trouble lifted Sue Ellen into his arms, as he walked toward their bed. His hand moved to the zipper of her evening gown, as he lowered her on top of the mattress.

Sue Ellen's satin gown fell about her waist. The shadowy silhouette of her exquisite figure was outlined by the moonlit glow filtering through the sheers billowing into the room, blown by the late evening breeze, as they hung from the brass curtain rods.

J.R. removed his tie, and tossed the silken fabric, along with his suit jacket, onto the floor. Earlier that day, Sue Ellen had shied away from J.R.'s penetrating gaze. She was utterly uninhibited now, as his eyes glanced over her firm breasts. Sue Ellen intently followed the movements of J.R.'s hands, as he removed his clothing, before kneeling on the bed in front of her.

Sue Ellen shifted her hips, as she pushed the gown over her long, shapely legs. J.R. took the gown from her hands, and walked over to the chair. He placed the gown over the back of the chair, on top of her jacket. J.R. turned around, and walked back toward the bed.

Sue Ellen smiled at J.R., as her half-closed eyes felt weighted down as she submitted to the passion that enveloped both of them. Their bodies molded together in perfect harmony, as J.R.'s mouth claimed Sue Ellen, much the same way as he wanted to possess her body.

J.R. whispered Sue Ellen's name into her mouth, his voice became entangled with the thunderous sound of her pulse hammering inside her head. Their harmonious movements swelled to a roaring crescendo, as they gave in to the fiery passion that consumed them.

J.R. stirred, as John Ross knocked on the closed bedroom door.

John Ross said, "Dad, there's a phone call for you from a guy named, Randall Gifford. He' callin' from some construction company. I can't remember their name."

J.R. sighed, and said, "Thanks, son, I'll take it in here."

Sue Ellen rolled over onto her side, facing J.R. She watched him as he turned to pick up the telephone.

J.R. reached for the phone on the nightstand, and said, "Hello, J.R. Ewin', here."

Randall Gifford, the construction Foreman on J.R.'s new office building needed some papers signed, and wanted J.R. to review some new construction changes they had discussed the week before. The last place in the world J.R. wanted to go was into the city. He didn't want to leave Sue Ellen, after the closeness they had shared over the last couple of days.

J.R. reluctantly told Randy that he would meet him at the office building within the hour.

Sue Ellen asked, "Who was that, J.R.?"

J.R. replied, "Randall Gifford, he's the foreman for the construction company I've hired to build my new offices. I hate to leave you like this, Sugar, but I've got to drive into Dallas and sign some papers for him."

Sue Ellen smiled, and said, "Don't worry about it, J.R. I've got some business calls I can take care of here at the house while you're gone. Maybe we can have lunch together when you get back home?"

J.R. thanked Sue Ellen for her patience and understanding. J.R. kissed Sue Ellen, and said that he'd see her after his shower.

Sue Ellen lay back down, not wanting to get up yet, nor having the energy to do so. She closed her eyes as she listened to the sound of running water emanating from the bathroom.

J.R. glanced at Sue Ellen's sleeping from, tangled in the sheets from their night of love. Her hair framed her head like a halo, as her head lay on the pillow. J.R. leaned over, and gently kissed Sue Ellen's forehead. Sue Ellen's eyelashes fluttered, as she opened her eyes. She smiled at J.R.

J.R. returned Sue Ellen's radiant grin, and said," I'll be back home as soon as I can get here, Honey."

Sue Ellen kissed J.R.'s cheek, and said, "Mmm, be careful, J.R. I'll be waitin' for you."

J.R. stopped outside the bedroom door, as he turned to glance at Sue Ellen, before losing the door, and leaving for Dallas,

J.R. smiled, and said, "I love you, Sue Ellen. I'll see you real soon."

Sue Ellen sat up in bed, and said, "I love you, too, J.R."

J.R. closed the bedroom door. Sue Ellen listened as the sound of J.R.'s footsteps disappearing down the hallway, as he neared the staircase. Sue Ellen tore the tangle of sheets away from her legs, and walked around the bed to take a shower.

The hot water pulsing against her skin from the showerhead did wonders to help her wake up.

Sue Ellen dried off after showering, and dressed in a black and white striped, halter-closure bathing suit. She grabbed a towel from the linen closet, and walked downstairs to sit by the swimming pool, on the veranda.

Sue Ellen could make her telephone calls, while soaking up some early morning sun.

Teresa stepped outside of the house, and said, "Miss Sue Ellen, you have a telephone call."

Sue Ellen thanked Teresa, as she accepted the phone from her outstretched hand.

Sue Ellen removed her earring form her ear, and said, "Hello, this is Sue Ellen Ewing."

Cliff Barnes, chuckled and said, "Sue Ellen, it's me, Cliff. I see you're using the Ewing name, instead of Lockwood. You didn't fall prey to J.R.'s spell over you again, and remarry that bastard, did you?"

Sue Ellen was annoyed, and angrily hissed, "No, not that my personal life is any of your business. What do you want? Why are you callin' me here at the ranch?"

Cliff replied, "I tried to reach you at your office at the Valentine Boutique, but they said that you were working from home, today."

Sue Ellen asked, "What do you want, Cliff? I'm terribly busy."

Sue Ellen arose from the chaise she had been sitting in, and walked toward the house.

Cliff said, "You can't be too busy to join me for lunch, can you?"

Sue Ellen was appalled, and said, "You can't be serious? I am involved with J.R., Cliff. I love him, don't you get it?"

Cliff smirked, and said, "Involved, in love, doesn't matter to me. It's not as if you're married. Just a quick lunch, I'll have you back home before J.R. even misses you."

Sue Ellen spat, "No! Good-bye Mr. Barnes. Do us all a favor, and don't call back."

Cliff flinched, as the sound of Sue Ellen slamming the telephone on its base rang in his ear.

"The nerve of that insolent little man!" Sue Ellen muttered aloud.

Sue Ellen shook her head in disgust. How dare Cliff Barnes call her at Southfork, let alone attempt to contact her, period? Could he be so blind to not see how she and J.R. felt toward each other?

Perhaps J.R. had been right about Cliff, from the start? Perhaps Cliff really was an idiot, and a glutton for punishment?

Cliff placed the telephone on its base, and closed the magazine he had been looking at. He had one thing on his mind. He wanted to meet the strangely, familar looking new Valentine Lingerie model, and he fully intended for Sue Ellen to introduce him to her...